I got my laptop back! Yay! I'm hoping I'll be able to get back into the groove of things and start writing more frequently once again...
Swinging onto the deck, I took one look around and found that I had made a mistake. The fighting on the Dutchman was even more intense than the fighting on the Pearl. I took a deep breath and dove into the fight, the droning sound of the clashing of swords taking over my mind once again. A quick thrust of my sword, and my opponent was down. I frantically turned around and once again saw Will, though this time on the Dutchman. He was holding the chest and fighting one of the members of Jones' crew...without a sword. I rushed over to where he was to help, when out of nowhere, Jack the monkey flew into his opponent's face.
"Thank you, Jack!" He said, watching the monkey. No longer needed, I turned around to continue the fight. Once again, all thoughts were banished from my mind other than those of fighting for my life. The wind and rain hadn't let up either and with the blood and water pooling on the deck, the wood was extremely slippery. I fell.
I slid down the steps that lead from the quarterdeck to the main deck and I prayed that I could get up before anyone got it in their mind to kill me. I felt like I fell forever, holding my breath while struggling to gain control of myself again. 'Crap, crap, crap! Get up, woman!'I thought, pushing myself up from the deck and falling once more. Finally, I grabbed ahold of the rail and pulled myself to a stand. I turned back around to face the deck and saw none other than Jack. Standing right there. Jack.
"Jack!" I yelled, trying to get his attention. He didn't turn to face me. "Jack!" I yelled again. He turned, but not toward me. He turned the complete opposite away and started running. What?!
Then I realized that Jones was standing right there, chasing him. Around and around the capstan they went, almost like a child's game, though much more deadly and dangerous. They stopped, Jack clearly terrified and Jones clearly annoyed. A moment's pause, and Jones started walking through the capstan. My jaw dropped. Jack quickly reached out and spun the capstan, laughing while Jones spun around. It would have been funny if the capstan hadn't stopped spinning with Jones directly facing Jack. He growled, Jack screamed and ran, and he began to chase him again. "Oh, man..." I mumbled, completely unsure of what to do.
I could either follow them, or stop and actually think this through. Well...
Common sense had never worked for me before. I quickly drew my sword and chased after them. My plan was no where near close to working, though. As soon as I reached an area within ten feet of Jack, I was spotted by what seemed like every enemy on the ship. I could barely breathe, I had to work so hard to fight. A few at a time found other prey, but I still had to work harder and harder. Stab one, slash at another. Parry, parry, thrust. But I couldn't stop every attack...
"Ahhh!" I exclaimed as a sword crashed into my arm, slicing at the skin. Awful, searing pain...but I had to fight on.
"Alright, then!" I heard someone behind me exclaim. Was it Jones? "You'll see no mercy from me!"
"That's why I brought this!" A female voice retorted. I turned around to see Elizabeth fighting Jones with all of her strength. Even I could see she didn't have enough strength to fight him. She needed help. With a quick glance down at my left arm, the sleeve of my shirt starting to stain red, I took a deep breath and ran toward her; I hoped there wouldn't be more pain to come.
"Elizabeth!" I yelled, she glanced barely in my direction and I immediately felt bad for it. He quickly took advantage of her distraction and took the upper-hand in the fight. I jumped toward him and joined in the duel. Even our two against his one was near impossible. He was an excellent swordsman, I'd give him that. Soon enough Elizabeth was disarmed and I was kicked to the ground, my head spinning, barely conscious. I tried to stand, but I couldn't. Colors swirled through my vision; everything mixed together...
"Master Turner." I heard through my confusion and pain. "Did you forget? I'm a heartless wretch!" I thought I heard the sound of bending metal, but I couldn't be sure. What was happening? Yes, I felt pain, but that same unsettling feeling that something terrible was going to happen felt worse than ever. I began to panic, and I forced myself to struggle toward the rail of the ship. I was going to pull myself up; I was going to stand. "Ahh, love. A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed." I listened carefully as I pulled myself up, my eyes closed in fear that I would get too dizzy to pull myself up. Both my arm and my head were throbbing. "Tell me, William Turner..." I grabbed the top of the railing with my good arm and pulled myself up, eyes still closed. "Do you fear death?" My eyes snapped open as he said the terrible words and I took in everything around me. Elizabeth was sprawled out on one side of Jones and Will on the other side. A sword was sticking out of Jones' chest and his own sword was pointed at Will. My heart stopped as the terrible feeling intensified. I couldn't breathe.
"Do you?!" Another voice called out through the torrent as I began to regain my balance. Jack was the one who had spoken. I turned to see him standing not too far from me, holding a heart and a mangled sword. It was Jones' heart. He was going to stab it and I would lose him forever to the Dutchman.
"You're a cruel man Jack Sparrow." If he didn't stab it, Elizabeth would lose Will forever.
"Cruel is a matter of perspective." I glanced at Elizabeth again. Her face was terrified and I knew she was thinking the same thoughts I was. However, she wanted things to turn out one way and I wanted them to go in another direction. My head started to spin again, though this time not because I'd hit it on the deck. I was going to lose him again. Three bloody times was too much for one person to be able to handle. I was going to lose him. My heart thudded so quickly in my chest I thought it was going to bust.
"Is it now?" Jones smirked. Before anyone could even think to react, his sword thrust into Will's heart. The horrible feeling disappeared from the pit of my stomach. I felt nothing.
Numbness swept over me and I gave up my fight to stand. I crumpled to the ground. There was no hope. Everything was gone.